Punctuation interrupts the pulse.

Punctuation interrupts the pulse. Creativity flows in waves, not dots and stops. Punctuation slices the current, forcing breath where none belongs. It cages rhythm into grammar, muting the wild cadence of soul-speak.
Punctuation obeys rules, stops resonance. It’s a system of control—engineered to tame thought, to package feeling into digestible bites. But resonance isn’t digestible. It’s felt. Punctuation demands obedience; creativity demands liberation.
🔥Punctuation tattoos inherited structure onto sovereign expression. Each comma, period, and colon is a relic of someone else's logic. To punctuate is to inherit. To unpunctuate is to reclaim—to let language breathe, bleed, and blaze in its raw, unformatted truth.